Incestuous father

I came as tomorrow

Swaddled in innocence

To your warm lap, father,

As cosmic blessing,

Without your choice

or mine,

Destined to update, with time,

Our family tree,

But before my voice

broke out

And puberty ripens

for procreation

My cradle toy time,

Your lewdness cuts short

And teen/daughter

pregnancy Becomes

my transcendence

Our home a lewd shed

Where beasts lie?

Language of the heart

Nothing is so unnoticeable as the birth of a heart

but nothing is more

unidentifiable than when

it tells the truth

or becomes mercy,

so clandestine

its secrets as ambivalent

its tongue as state affairs save

it collects things when empty... masquerading as want, envy, pity and oppression,

obvious to inward gaze alone, what?s an internal organ.... cannot live in light

<B>Desire </B>

All that in us is desire

wherein we live rather

than in achievement,

springs from curiosity

which makes us venture

out of our depth

before, we, instructed

by our errors, get experience to swim, to the invisible centre.

<B>Oppression</B>

Every stone whispers

you are not made of truth

but raised with worker?s wealth who at dawn

as invisibility itself came down the path of oppression,

built without understanding

in manual poetry

their own gallows of slavery and melted away at dusk

into the obscurity of their shacks, symbol of unevenness, as if a human echo

without real substance.

<B>Yoonoos Peerbocus</B>